Sir Voigt has dedicated her life to protecting the modest vow of her Lady Euphrosyne; none shall look upon her face. This is the promise Euphrosyne has made to her Saint, Our Lady of Perpetual Night. Her image in exchange for the fickle love of the mercurial Icon.

Their days of devotion are simple until the shifting of tides pulls them suddenly out to sea.

A distant kingdom has brokered a deal with Euphrosyne's father; allegiance in exchange for a seventh wife.

Policies born of paranoia dictate a seventh wife must be pure, must be highbred, and must be seventh born in their line.

His kingdom dying, and his nobility slipping into silent decay, leaves King Vermillion with little choice.

Euphrosyne must be wed.